Frowning faintly, Francis turned to dig through the small suitcase on one of the cots, glancing over his shoulder at the stranger as he rifled through his clothes. It was only now that he began to fully register the state the other man was in, the injuries underneath the mud and rainwater.

Turning back with a neatly-folded shirt and trousers in his arms, he held them out and looked the other man up and down, scrutinising. "Are you badly hurt?" he asked, with every appearance of sincere concern. "I do not wish to press you, but..."